Just an update of sorts?

Life is good.

Chris Julian made me a copy of the new Fall of Troy CD and I've played it straight through so many times since Wednesday it's so badass.
Work has been really really good lately. Everything that should happen, happens it seems like; which is always nice, but especially during this part of the year.
Summer is definitely on it's way and I'm loving it so bad.
Speaking of summer, Thursday and Friday were two of the best days in quite a while.
I've been to Scottsdale more during the past week than I had any time before which is kind of cool because Scottsdale always smells like wet dirt which equals summer in my books. Not so cool though, because Scottsdale is kind of far, and gas is kind of expensive right now, but driving has always definitely been my biggest vice.
Lots of really good food lately, but I need to take it down a notch for my financial well-being, and for my tight jean well-being.
My mom isn't doing so good, and I'm pretty sure it's going to get worse before it gets better, and that means I'm pretty sure it will get better.

I make time.

Oh Meg Ryan. And scary movies. And bottles of booze.

I didn't have all of the above in my title this evening; but those three are all definitely the subject of this post. Why do people do things they KNOW they're going to regret? I'll go in order I guess.

First, chick flicks/ romantic comedies, whatever you want to call them. I'l be the first to admit that I'm a complete sucker for a good romantic comedy; one of my favourite movies is You've Got Mail(Y.G.M.) 'Nuff said, right? The thought of watching one is so fun, and there are a ton of awesome memories especially associated with Y.G.M., but they rip me apart so bad. Last weekend Krisy and I watched When Harry Met Sally(W.H.M.S.), and it's SUCH a great movie, but I was so absolutely heart broken during and after it, and it made me question everything I ever thought about when it comes to having someone as more than a friend in my life, and even though Sleepless In Seattle (S.I.S.) wasn't as good as W.H.M.S. there were definitely parts of it that hard me in pieces. I won't say in tears because I don't really let anything more than a few tears fall, but man was I sappy. All of this sad sad sad, why do I watch chick flicks so much? Do I get some sort of enjoyment out of being super sad??

Ok, now scary movies. Same thing basically, only being super scared and grosed out. I ALWAYS say during any given really grose scary movie that I'll NEVER see one of these again, but I always do and I get mad at the movie, and I get upset with myself for being such a wimp, and I get frustrated at the fact that I'm watching one again.
Lastly, drinking way too much. While getting a little intoxicated is really fun and I become a complete goofball, it's so un-necessary. I seriously have a blast without booze in my system, and while I'm drinking even though I'm having fun, I feel like complete garbagge. And I get sappy, and make stupid phone calls, and wish everyone the best of life at God awful hours of the morning. And just like scary movies, I get mad at myself, and at the situation, and tell myself NEVER AGAIN, but as soon as I take a sip it's all downhill.

There wasn't much else to this post. Nothing super sappy or serious, just writing about three things in my life that can be super fun sometimes, but I most always regret it later.

Just a light hearted "good day" post,

because today really has been a super nice day so far. I was in bed by midnight and was awake by about 9:30 so I sat out in the backyard and had a bowl of Frosted Flakes and an apple for breakfast. After that I started to get my loan stuff taken care of, and then started to get ready for my day.

Went to coffee, got a little mini-budget set up, went to the practice rooms at GCC for a while, went to Starbucks times two to get my tips which ended up in a nice two mile walk from 16th Street and Camelback to 24th Street and Camelback, and back. Got tickets for the concert to be at this Friday, then went home. When I got home I saw my grandparents were gone so I got my iPod, got my short shorts on, and went in the backyard to sit out in the sun for a while.

That's all. Nothing super serious.

I hope your day has been as good as mine so far.

"It will never be two summers ago again." I kind of start to ramble towards the end of this.

I really needed to hear that. It isn't something that's very comfortable or that I wanted to hear, but it's something I need to be ok with.There's more to this coming, but I wanted to make sure that I got this out before I forgot to post this.

I'm someone who's probably always been looked at as being stuck in the past, and might even be looked at like that for a long time. I'm sure that I'm not the only one who feels this way, but for me it feels like everything was so much simpler a few years ago, whether it be two summers ago or high school. Sure, everyone had the same basic schedule, you knew you'd be seeing your good friends at least a few times during almost any given week, and you knew that most everyone had the weekend off. That next school year was a super comfortable time for me, there was a ska show almost every weekend during the first half of that year, my freshman year of college, and when my grandparents started going out of town on a regular basis over weekends it was movie night at the house, no questions asked. Up until Starbucks, first part of April, I was off by 6:00 every night and had every weekend off, it was so simple. The summer after that year was the summer of '05 and it was one of the most secure times of my life. It might've only been about three months, but those three months meant the world to me, and still do. That next year was a rough one. Krisy was up in Flagstaff, and for a huge chunk of that year I was kind of off on my own. I got to see people every now and then, but as far as having a consistent person to spend time with and talk with it was a rough year. The times I did get to see Krisy were great though.

Last night was the Brand New concert and I'm pretty sure since I know I have a few close friends reading this, you know how much I love Brand New; but it's so much more than the music, it's like ska shows, it's everything associated with Brand New that totally has me hooked, and even more so, their song Soco Amaretto Lime. If I had to have one song as my theme song that would be it for sure. Anyway, long story short, Brand New didn't play Soco and I was pretty bummed out, but that's when the whole "it will never be two summers ago again" thing happened. I'm sure Steven didn't mean anything super massive or serious by that, but it's definitely been on my mind all day. That line could easily work for anyone with any given time frame. Everyone has a time of life they'd love to go back to, a time where everything felt safe and secure, and I'm someone who still has a hard time kind of moving on I guess you could say.

If I had to sum this up in one big scentence for you to read, and know what I'm talking about without having to read all of the above, is that I've realized once again that I'm stuck on times in my past that seemed more comfortable and secure than times today, but I need to be ok with leaving the past in the past so I can enjoy the times today. That doesn't mean I'm going to forget about things that happened, I'm all for telling stories and laughing about the "oh remember when's" that I never get tired of, but there's so much life ahead of me to live and enjoy.

Quarter life crisis much??

Love,
Chris

I'm not really a morning person

So I'm going to blame my crappy day on lack of sleep, because everything seems to feel that much worse when I don't get enough sleep. It isn't like anything really bad happened, but every little tiny thing that did happen felt a million times worse.
I'm going to give a pretty detailed play by play of my day
-Woke up at 4:45AM, out of the house by 5:10AM, get to 24th Street and Camelback, no one's there; it says they're open for business at 5:30.
-Go across the street to check that Starbucks and they're still opening, they should also be open for business by now
-Go back to the original store and I see a guy sitting there waiting for work and he says the manager is on his way, it should be a half hour or so, by the time it's about 6:15. I was supposed to start working at 6, store should've opened 45 minutes ago.
-Sit and enjoy the sunrise, write in my notebook, and listen to my iPod; two songs on repeat for a good 45 minutes or so. This part was actually really really enjoyable
-Work 7:something to noon, no big deal.
-Nap 12:45-1:15 at the latest, man I was tired too but couldn't stay asleep.
-Go to an apartment by GCC to go swimming/ lay out in the sun but THERE WERE NO STINKING POOL CHAIRS! What kind of pool doesn't have pool chairs?
-Go to coffee and get my drink and CRAP! I FORGOT MY DEBIT CARD. So it was free and I owe her tomorrow.
-Get home at 3:30 or something and BORED BORED BORED
-Church at 7-8:45 or so
-Drive/ Tempe/ Melody's Feliz Cumpleanos/ golf course by my church until about 11:50 or so and that brings my to right now.

So all in all, today wasn't a bad day by any means, it was overcast, warm breeze, it should've been all things awesome but I was seriously in one of the worst moods ever all day basically, and I'm going to bed now and tomorrow is Friday and payday and work and camo party and it's going to be a freaking awesome day.

Life is good (the extended version.)

Living the good life paycheck to paycheck, weekend to weekend. Despite the fact that I have less than ten dollars the day before most paydays, and I've been single for way too long, all is pretty much well in the world of Chris. Brand New is in less than a week, I've got funny tan lines again, my hair is short, the weather has been amazing; enough said.
This kind of feels like the calm before the storm for me, and I know that's very cliche, but that's how I feel, so I'm trying my hardest to enjoy every day because even though it's quite a ways away, I'm not looking forward to not being able to be here every weekend when I go up to Flagstaff.
I genuinely hope life has been as good for you, whoever you are reading this.Summer is fast on its way, and even though I haven't been in school this semester, I'm so ready for summer and everything that goes along with it. T-Minus 5 weeks until summer break, give or take a week, right?

The last of a dying breed.

Life Is Good

Living the good life paycheck to paycheck, weekend to weekend.

The last of a dying breed.